Your smiles prickle with wickedness,
The thorns on the rose of a lost love,
The dew drops on your web of lies.
And your eyes shine with the innocence
Of a small child, standing above
A hill of ants, a spying glass in hand.
Your skin glows in the dark
Of the night, and that’s when I see
Your true form, beneath the mask.
Underneath the willow tree you lie asleep,
In the warmth of your arms
My heart grows,
Watered day and night with my tears,
The liquid blood I cry for you,
Drips crimson from my face, the petals,
And race down to the ground
Where I soak it all back in through the roots
Of how we started out, and since the beginning
I knew who you were, but I chose to ignore
And brought you here to my garden of heart,
Where I thought I could teach you to love.